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414 The Path of the Loser, the Fury of Heaven and Earth(2/2)

Boom!

A loud sound that seemed to shake the whole world suddenly appeared in the center of the stage, which was gradually becoming clearer. It startled the audience and blocked Duan Qing's unfinished words. However, as the center of the stage

As the picture gradually became clearer, everyone swallowed back any complaints they originally wanted to make, because what appeared in front of them at this time was another scene of two heavyweight players fighting, as well as the wonder of the place where they fought——

The fiery red sky, lava everywhere, with endless scorched earth and black smoke rising everywhere, extend layer by layer into the distance that no one can see. On top of the background of the mountains, the sky is still dim.

Just like the previous scene, it blocked the sun's rays, but unlike the storm-like weather, the barrier covering the sky at this time was more like a dense black mist, using red and black paint that did not belong to the sky to cover up what originally belonged to the sky.

The azure blue of the sky was dyed a dark red like hell. In another style of doomsday scene, an ancient palace appeared in the sight of all viewers like an erupting volcano, with bright red

The brilliance clearly shows its existence to the world, but perhaps due to the age, the door with a thousand-year breath in the middle of the palace has collapsed and been damaged. Due to some influence, it has moved towards the right direction.

The scattered debris rolling down in front is also roaring like huge rocks around here. The flames of various shapes burning on both sides of the steps are also swaying in the strong wind brought by the debris.

, and finally, in the manner of a review, the increasingly low vibrations were sent to the end of the steps, in front of a long and narrow altar filled with smoke.

In this situation, two contestants, one on the left and one on the right, faced each other on the left and right of the altar.

"This is really...a doomsday special." Lu Banqi, waving his hands, took off his black clothes again, revealing his body covered with tattoos: "Is it a volcano and a palace this time?"

"My thoughts may be slightly different from yours, but it doesn't matter."

Two huge sword hilts were crossed behind his back. The man opposite Lu's bench showed an incomprehensible smile: "Maybe...this UEFA Cup is originally irrelevant to me."

"Why, are you also a person who has lost his fighting spirit?"

Lu Benchi's thick eyebrows twisted slightly in surprise: "Just like... the president of your association just now?"

The angry demon didn't say anything, but quietly took off his swords.

"The last game was very offensive. If there are any misunderstandings in the future, please forgive me."

The green dragon-shaped tattoo faded and appeared under the firelight, and then slowly followed the man's tall body to the center of the altar: "But... I'd better repeat some words."

"I hope to meet an opponent worth fighting - this is the reason why I came to participate in the competition." He stretched out his arms forward: "If you don't want to compete, then exit first and change your opponent to fight me. Maybe

It’s a better choice for you and me. Well, that Duanshanhe may be an opponent we can look forward to..."

"So that's it...our ideas are a little different."

A loud stomping sound suddenly appeared in front of Lu Bench, who was bowing his head in thought, severely interrupting his increasingly low voice to himself: "I'm not standing here for any competition."

The big sword in his hand pointed forward diagonally, and there was a faint whistle of the sword. Then the angry madman split his hands in two, and pointed the sword body, which was almost a person tall, to his side: "I am

Come……"

"He's settling accounts for our brothers!"
Chapter completed!
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